Trashies , The "The Octagon" LP
Side A: The Octagon, Contact Low, Roachryder, Heavy Door, Talk To My Lawyer, Fresh Honey
Side B: Dumb 2 B Smart, VENOM, Rhinoline My Mind, I'm Uhhhh Stayn, Shovel
"The Octagon is uncanny and cracked, scrappy and manic — the work of a band at wits’ end. It’s the 5th album by The Trashies, and a model for bucking late-career complacency: The Octagon sounds like nothing in the dada-bards of garbage rock’s madcap discography. The production skews homespun-to-crude; the songs, whether woozy or chittering, feel frenzied. Still, it’s occasionally gorgeous, and boasts flights of lyrical invention. Passages of illegible noise — probably power-tools, maybe a twisted tailpipe — cede to infernal couplets (“Heavy Door”) and sauntering prettiness (“Fresh Honey”). The Trashies, split between Oakland and Seattle, recorded The Octagon across a span of three years in various living-rooms and rehearsal dens throughout the Pacific Northwest. It’s co-released by Oakland’s Fine Concepts and the band’s own 24/7 Records, and features artwork by Max Nordile and Erin Allen, hand screened at Fine Concepts Laboratories."- Sam Lefebvre
"The most important gunk-rock band to come out of the Northwest in our lifetime, the Trashies—Ron Wolfman (guitar/vocals), Jesse Cody (keyboards on trashcans/vocals), Ricky Ticky Tahvi Router Table (drums), Billy Goat Brown Note (bass)—have renewed their vows of idiocy for their fifth full-length album…
Step into The Octagon.
Exploring new art-gunk crevices, The Octagon stretches out classic Trashies sounds and concepts into cough-syrupy new shapes. Wandering further away from their 2004-era speedy satire punk with each release, the Trashies of The Octagon haven’t forgotten their roots as much as they’ve let them ferment into a mind-altering stew. The straightforward parody has warped into allusions of deeper freak-dom. Less Spits/Reatard, more Fall/Beefheart.
The trash has aged into a fine compost.
Recorded by resident producer Wolfman, The Octagon pushes the Trashies into more experimental zones—uncomplicated electronic drums, bizarre sound samples, and vertigo-inducing vocal layers are smeared over their more familiar spiraling bass, guitar, and keyboard riffs.
Album opener “Dumb 2 B Smart” honors the Trashies tradition of rejecting all things intelligent; the music is being on DMT at Home Depot. A choir of gurgling mutants falsetto through “Fresh Honey”—an ode to outdoor toilets—backed by the most actually-very-beautiful music on the album (synth lines and guitar noodles as tranquil as the untouched blue liquid in a fresh Honey Bucket).
The demented hootenanny that is “Shovel”—the ballad of a man with nothing but a shovel in a single-occupancy tool shed—reminds us that no Trashies album is complete without the fecund brain of Jesse Cody; a worm of many words, his savant monologues/ramblings/squealings are particularly genius on this album. “I received a shovel when I burst from the womb/Now I just have a shovel and an empty room.”
Like a tropical fungus eating through a construction site, “Heavy Door” and “Rhinoline My Mind” both feature the combination of steel drums and power tools (someone had to do it). The album’s title/final track is a mutant ringmaster bleating word salad over a dilapidated carny groove. There are other songs, too, but you get the idea.
This is music to lick toads to. Bless this mess."
The Octagon is The Trashies 5th full length album.